He fucking kissed my girlfriend after only three hours of me being away; I’m not happy with him. If I try talking to him, I think I might just punch him in the face and then Gabby would be angry with me and go to his rescues.

Fuck. Fine. Looks like I have to talk to him.

Hopefully I can keep my hands away from his neck.

“Harry, please just try,” she pleaded quietly, a frown on her full lips.

Once I felt her lips curve up into a small smile, I quickly pressed mine against hers softly.

“I’m going to try to talk to him, okay?”

After she nodded in agreement, I pecked her lips once more before walking downstairs and into the sitting room.

Zayn was sat on the sofa, his head in his hands as his elbows rested on his knees.

I sat on the loveseat, leaning over on my elbows as I looked at him, trying to study his appearance.

“What do you want,” he muttered, not bothering to look up at me.

“If I were you, I’d lose the attitude ‘cause I won’t hesitate to come over there and beat the shit out of you for kissing my girlfriend if you irritate me more than I already am.”

He chuckled softly, “She kissed me first actually. I know you won’t believe it, but she did. You can ask her if you want.”

I balled up my fists, taking a deep breath to try to calm myself.

“We’re not talking about that right now,” I snapped in a flat tone.

“Then what are we talking about?”

“Whatever the fuck happened to your beat up ass.”

“Like you give a shit.”

“You know what? You’re right – I don’t really give a fuck what happened to you or who did it. Then again, at the same time I do want to know who did it so I can thank them for teaching you a lesson.”

“I don’t know what she sees in you and your bitter soul,” he shook his head slightly.

“I don’t know either, but I’m not going to question why she loves me. All that matters to me is that she does and she’s with me, not you or some other prick.”

“Oh, I’m the prick? Does she know about Brittany? What about Jason? Have you told her that yet? Or are you still too much of a pussy to tell her? Wait…don’t answer that, I already know the last one was right.”

I got to my feet, infuriated. He has no right to say those things to me. No right at all.

“I don’t need your shit and I swear to God, I’d beat the living shit out of you if she weren’t here. You don’t get to talk about Brittany, that’s fucking low. And no, she doesn’t know about Jason because her father doesn’t want her to. Stop putting your mouth where it doesn’t belong and fuck off.”

“Nah, I quite like it here. After all, I do get to see Gabby in short/tight clothing and touch her…I’m just waiting for the day you leave her here alone so I can show her what a real man is like.”

“You’re not even close to being a real man,” I growled, forcing him back against the couch with my hand around his neck.

All the stupid ass did was smirk and chuckle. I want to take him out in a dark alleyway and make sure he never comes back around Gabby or me ever again.

“You won’t hurt me, she’d take my side and you know,” he struggled to antagonise me further with my hand pushing more forcefully on his throat.

“One day soon, I will hurt you and I’ll make sure you never come back. And by that, I mean that I’m going to kill you,” I growled in his ear before walking back upstairs to our bedroom.

Gabby looked up at me from her phone when I walked in and sat beside her on the bed.

____________________________________________________________ So, let me clear something up. There was a week that went by in the last chapter and in this one it’s been a few days after. Zayn wasn’t on their sofa for a week; he was gone and then ended up coming back there after getting beaten up. Hope that all makes sense now! :) xx